A Win and a Terrible Loss

2020 International Book Awards

It was my hope to have posted this last Sunday. However, I ran into major WordPress troubles so this is as soon as I was able.

I find it hard to write during this pandemic. My heart and mind so focused on what is happening in this country. More importantly, taking care of my family. Taking care of my husband and my three dogs, Bodhi, Leela and Nestor.

It hasn’t been conducive to talking with the dead as I am constantly filled with anxiety over what is transpiring. Hard for me to hear the angels through all the din. So, my writings might be sporadic for a while. However, I wanted to share two things with you.

First, my new book Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? (Or His Story Never Ends) – Forging a Creative Bond with the Dead, was just named a finalist in the International Book Awards New Age Non-Fiction category. Considering that the winner was from a traditional publisher, I think this self-published book stood up pretty well. So, it was a bright spot on a rather dark horizon.

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More importantly is the death of one of my dogs, Nestor. I was managing about as well as one could during this time of unspeakable national and worldwide trauma until on Memorial Day weekend Nestor sat up on the bed, fell over and began having a Grand Mal seizure. It was only four years ago on Memorial Day weekend that we rescued Nestor. Now this.

I rushed him to the emergency room, handed him over to the vet tech and sat in my car (most vets are only offering curbside service) for the next four hours after signing permission to do CPR to revive him if necessary.

It should be interjected here that quite unexpectedly, Tony reached out to me, made his presence known, just before Nestor began to seize. I haven’t been in the quiet place necessary to communicate with him, but there he was. In hindsight, I think he wanted to give me a heads up, that something awful was going to happen and that he would be there for me, with my angelic team of teachers and guides. I felt them again as I waited, minutes turning into hours, waiting to hear from the vet what was happening with my Nestor.

We spent a good part of the weekend going back to that emergency hospital. In 40 hours, Nestor suffered 7 Grand Mal seizures and cluster after cluster of focal seizures. Reaching out to my alternative vet, I tried homeopathy at first but it became unmistakably clear that was not going to help what I was told was either a brain tumor or a brain lesion in a dog 12 ½ years old. Without an MRI, it was a best guess. The nearest facility that did MRIs for dogs is up in Richmond, VA which was at the time not only a hot spot for Covid-19 but also in the midst of the George Floyd protests. On top of the fact that Nestor would be required to be anesthetized for the procedure and any following radiation treatments or brain surgery. That would give him a few more months but at what cost to quality of life? My little boy had experienced enough trauma in his life, we weren’t going to put him through more. So, I called our veterinary hospice. They were wonderful.

We had six and a half weeks to get used (as if one could) to the idea what we were going to lose Nestor. The medications hospice put Nestor on assured that he would have no further seizures but the damage to his brain was severe.

Nestor was just beginning to learn to play. Just learning that it was safe here with us and no one would ever throw him away ever again. He was blossoming and I couldn’t wait to see how that would unfold next. It just wasn’t enough time with Nestor. Not nearly enough.

July 8, 2020, I held Nestor in my arms while the hospice vet helped him cross the rainbow bridge. My husband and I are devastated. My others dogs are grieving too – not wanting to eat. Its funny…no, it’s not…but I have been at the bedside of so many people during their journey into the afterlife…but to lose a furry family member brings me to my knees. I can handle the pandemic; I can handle all the challenges being thrown at us daily but I cannot handle the death of my Nestor…our Nestor. It’s too much.

So, it might be a while for me to be able to write more.

Stay safe. Try to stay sane. Until next time…

 

Five Star Review

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To be honest, I’m finding it quite difficult to focus on much beyond enduring this pandemic but I will not call it “the invisible enemy.” The Kabbalists would refer to it as a very strict teacher. Certainly this disease can teach us many lessons we’ve been slow to learn: we can’t keep pillaging the earth and its wildlife. We must learn that though we’ve created imaginary boundaries, we are truly all one. We will either survive together or die together. Those two come to mind first, but will we ever learn in time?

So, I struggle making a deep connection with my inner planes teachers and with Tony. I know they are there, I just can’t feel them even though they are sending me messages each day, guiding and protecting me.

I stay away from social media, only using the computer to buy the food and items we need. (Please, to whoever is doing it, stop hoarding. You are creating unnecessary shortages.)

Yesterday I checked my email and found a review from Readers’ Favorite. I also submitted my book for its contest. I’m enclosing it here. For me, it was a very bright spot in a rather dark time.

I still want to tell you about my experience at the Monroe Institute with medium Suzanne Giesemann. We managed that just before the country closed down. I will, I just need to find a good time. Oddly, I find myself having more work during the shelter-at-home period.

For now please read the review and keep your fingers crossed for the contests I submitted this book.

BOOK REVIEW

Reviewed by K.C. Finn for Readers’ Favorite

Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? (Or His Story Never Ends) is an interesting work of self-exploration and New Age thinking penned by author Joellyn St. Pierre. Subtitled “Forging a Creative Bond with the Dead”, the work contains some mature themes, explicit language, and ideas that not all readers will be comfortable with. The author presents authentic experiences with after-death communication (ADC), despite having no previous mediumistic abilities, and proceeds to tell a memoir-style tale of her connection to the spirit of actor Anthony Newley and the results of this communication between the living and the dead. What results is an incredible and highly alternative view of life and spirituality which also provides guidance for other people on how to unlock this ability and allow the deceased to help them in their daily lives.

Author Joellyn St. Pierre has created a book that really has to be read to be believed, and whether you take it as fact or fiction, it is truly an inspiring work about the power of creativity and the very nature of spirituality itself. The narration is frank and honest, with the candid intimacy of a memoir-style work that allows us into a close personal connection with the writer, and with the incredible bond she explores between herself and Newley. The ADC element really lifts the veil on a spiritual concept which is new and intriguing to explore, and the technical elements of the book’s ‘how-to’ advice are well explained for those who are new to the idea. Overall, I would recommend Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? (Or His Story Never Ends) to any reader seeking new information about the world beyond the veil.

What Now?

It’s the time for me to rest and replenish before I once again build a bridge for my beloved muse and friend, Anthony Newley and I to meet. To gather and explore more deeply this sacred connection and the work the so-called living and the so-called dead can do together for the betterment of both worlds. I can’t think of another time in my current life where this collaboration was more important.

To that end, due to the tremendous generosity of my dear friend Pam, I’ll be going to the Monroe Institute for the Serving Spirit mediumship weekend taught by Suzanne Giesemann at the end of this month. I particularly wanted to go because Suzanne is one of the few mediums who earns Dr. Raymond Moody’s respect. While I continue to maintain that I am not a medium, Suzanne helps those who wish to connect with higher level benign beings or with our own higher self with more ease, grace and consistency. I’ll be sure to write about that when I return.

In my effort for Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? to find its audience, I entered the IndieReader Discovery Awards. The winners for that will be announced in May. However, the book is being listed in their Best Books of the Month for this month (so I have my fingers crossed). You can find it here.

That’s all for now. I hope you each will find time to move out of the stressful and oft times painful mass consciousness and find the still small voice within – for you, for me, for us all.

Great Book Review!

https://indiereader.com/book_review/could-anthony-newley-be-my-muse-or-his-story-never-ends/

We just got reviewed by IndieReader. (Doing my best Sally Field’s impersonation, “They liked it. They really liked it!) You can read it here.

Also, you have a few more days to enter to win a free eBook version of the book at Goodreads. You can enter here.

I’m still trying to regroup after launching this project. I’d love to hear any questions or comments you might have after reading the book. Send them to me at Joellyn@communityofspirits dot org.

Until then…

Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? (Or His Story Never Ends) Forging A Creative Bond with the Dead

Well, after two years of intense work, my new book is ready for sale at Amazon and many other online outlets. Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? (Or His Story Never Ends) – Forging a Creative Bond with the Dead tells the tale of how someone who wasn’t born with mediumistic abilities, through trial and error and years of spiritual study, suddenly connects with her childhood idol, now deceased. Actor, singer, composer, lyricist, screenplay writer, director and pantomimist Anthony Newley was my inspiration to pursue a career in theater. I never had the honor of working with him or even meeting him but apparently that was part of the plan. A plan, or contract, we made in the life between lives. Now it is coming to fruition in the elder years of my life.

We talk on many subjects – theater of course, music and harmony of the universe, dimensional change, parallel lives, love, loss, regret, grace, the relationship with one’s muse and what one may encounter after death. As we talked, other things began to develop. We discovered more ways that the living can serve the dead. You’ll learn about something we discovered that we call “blending” which ultimately allowed Tony to experience his blue plaque ceremony (a tremendous honor in the UK) on the 20th anniversary of his death and a musical extravaganza of his hugely popular songs ( What Kind of Fool Am I? Who Can I Turn To?, The Candy Man, Goldfinger just for starters) performed by some of the best talents Broadway and the West End has to offer in London on April 14, 2019.

I hope you will buy a copy, either paperback or eBook. And if you do, I hope it informs and entertains. We were both entertainers after all. If it touches you in a positive way, please write a review on Amazon. I learned that books purchased on Amazon and then reviewed on Amazon get the “verified purchase” designation which Amazon weights more heavily when determining rankings. I’m forcing myself to do my best to “launch” this book and things like that matter.

Anyway…It is my intention to use this blog as space for Could Anthony Newley Be My Muse? (Or His Story Never Ends) – Forging a Creative Bond with the Deadto live. For you to ask questions or make comments on the work. There’s much more I can add as we go along.

So please, click the link, go to Amazon, and purchase my book. For a very limited, time the kindle version is priced at $.99. And thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and patience through this entire journey…starting back in January 2016, stumbling my way to finally cross the bridge between the so-called living and the so-called dead and share with you my discoveries.

Perfect for this time of the thinning of the veils.

Buy Now!

Launch into the Unknown

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Well. Finally. The book is finished.  The editing. The interior formatting for paperback and all the various eBook distributors. The book cover. The promotional copy. All. Done. (Deep exhale).

It took a major change in my life and dealing with the subsequent trauma in order to be in a place to write this book. This book which I think is the beginning of my work for the last years of my life. This book which began on the winter solstice of 2017. This book which demands me to launch not only it but myself as well, into…what?

Well…a different place than I ever expected to be. A place that will undoubtedly force me further from my comfort zone as the writing of this book already has. But as I look around me at the country, at the world, that I inhabit is pushed to the brink, perhaps there are no more comfort zones…for any of us.

What my book offers is one way, one very important way, for each of us to navigate the coming years with more support, more guidance, more – love. Reclaiming a source of guidance lost long ago but slowly coming back. As things stand, we may not have the luxury of slowly any more. So I hope this book will inspire you to step forward…to launch yourself into a cleaner, clearer, better place.

I am going to take a few weeks to learn how to launch this book with some small skill. As I do, I may send out a quick blog soliciting your help. We’ll see. This is new to me as I didn’t even realize books needed launching beyond simply making them available for purchase. There’ll be a new page on this blog as well as a Facebook page dedicated to the book, your thoughts and comments.

Thank you all for joining me on this adventure. The book will be launched this fall.

Until then…do your best to be kind.

Inner Planes Direction

 

It’s so important to pay attention to the subtle machinations of the universe. If we quietly listen, we’ll begin to notice the inner guidance there for us, for all of us, to follow. Revealing the path for us to take. I learned quite a while ago that I have a council of wise inner planes teachers who’ll point the way if I merely quiet down and pay attention.

So I finished the work with the editor of my new book and was ready to move into the next phases – book cover design, interior formatting, metadata and promotional copy. Since my first experience with the group that put me in touch with my editor, I naturally figured to go on to this next phase with them. To that purpose, I spent hours filling out their questionnaire, offering samples of book covers I liked, so many questions I painstakingly answered in great detail and saved to their site…I thought. I also asked my inner planes guides to make it very clear to me what the right choice would be. Don’t make me guess.

A week later when I was ready to send off all this material to the various designers, my questionnaire was gone. Gone. Hours of work just gone. (Please save the, “What, you didn’t save all that to your hard drive too?” I already feel like a proper idiot.)

I could feel the beginnings of panic but I stopped myself and listened in. I was guided to contact the founders of this group and ask for help. They had none and said they’d never had anything like that happen before. Hmmmm. Thank you, guides.

Then I felt a nudge to check with a different company whose work I liked and asked them some questions. They got back to me in a very reasonable amount of time but it was like we were speaking in different languages. They also had no phone number to speak to an actual person. Yes – I’m an old person who sometimes likes direct contact with the people who will help bring my book to life. Hmmmm. Thank you, guides.

In the meantime, I received an email from a different company I was interested in, had emailed and had never heard anything back from. She was checking back to see if the email she’d sent had answered all of my questions. What email? I never got one. Well, not only did she answer all of my questions but she also has a phone number her clients may call anytime. Hmmmm! Thank you, guides!

Her company is working on all of the above and will help me with marketing as well.

I guess what I’m trying to share with you is – sometimes those things that look like the worst luck, the biggest disaster, actually turn out to be your best luck, your path.

My book will likely be ready in about a month or so but I am going to take a little time to launch and market it better than I did my last book. I’ll start by adding a page to this blog just for the book and any questions or comments you might have about it. Thank you to any of have come this far. The book’s a hefty one but hopefully an entertaining and enlightening read.

Surrender for an Editor

It’s been rather quiet here on this blog but there’s a lot going on behind the scenes…or maybe that’s screens. Anyway, I wanted to update you a bit on where we are at.

I finished the first draft of the book. It’s back to one book instead of two which makes it a lengthy one but it just didn’t feel right forcing it into two. Four people read through it and gave their comments and suggestions. I even managed to get an endorsement from my mentor, Dr. Raymond Moody. After going through it a second time continuing to clean it up, it was ready for the next step.

As my choice is to self-publish, I went back again to Amazon. They published my first book and it was a good experience. But it’s been ten years since that book came out so things have changed just a bit. In fact, they no longer offer any of the services a self-publisher needs in house. They list some suggestions but basically, you’re on your own.

So, the first thing I needed was a good editor. The search was on. Now…I know that one can expect prices to double about every ten years but as I inquired about estimates for my book, I was shocked. At approximately 177,000 words I could expect to pay $12,000 or more for in-depth editing.  When I revived from my faint, I sank into a bit of a depression. I’d still need a book cover for paperback and eBook created and interior formatting for both formats. How was I going to manage that?

Well…as I wrote the book, I recognized a team of inner planes supporters forming to help me somewhat like my first book. In fact, I think there are some of the same helpers. I often expressed my concern about various points that came up along the way. Over and over again I was told to focus on my part of the work and they would take care of everything else. Okay. So…I surrendered. I don’t know how to make this work but you do. I hand this over to you.

And things shifted…

I was led to some very good information which led me to some great sites to consider editors which led me to one I was very much interested in as she had 11 years’ experience working for Llewellyn, the world’s oldest and biggest publisher of books for body, mind and spirit. I queried her and several others for estimates. The first to answer who not only loved the idea of my book but offered a very reasonable estimate for her work? Yep…my lady from Llewellyn. We started work yesterday (Monday, July 15). It should take about a month.

This is a massive project. It’s exciting and nerve-wracking. But it’s happening…it’s happening. My hope is to publish before the end of the year. Next, I’ll be looking for a cover designer.

I’ll keep you informed about our progress. Thanks for staying with me.

Where We’re At

It’s been a while since I last wrote so I just wanted to let you know where we’re at with the new book. It is basically finished. Rough first draft going into a second reading by me and a few other trusted sets of eyes for feedback. Not quite ready for professional editing but getting there.

The process for this is so different from my first book which basically wrote itself. There it was a matter of just listening and taking dictation. While a good bit of listening and taking dictation is true for this book, it is much more of a collaborative effort. With this book, I had no real idea where I was heading and each new development unfolded in quite miraculous ways. At least for me. And it still is.

I began writing near the winter solstice of 2017. It is now June of 2019. I’m hoping to have this published before the end of this year but this next phase is grueling as I have no talent on the publishing side of this venture. Most likely it will be self-published through Amazon’s service again but that has changed dramatically since my first book too. So, it’s a whole new ballgame for me.

Finally…this book is a big step into new territory for me and I’ll admit to being a bit…uncomfortable…claiming this new space. But you know? I think that is the way of the world right now. All of us, in one way or another, are being challenged to embrace the discomfort of transformation. To dare to push the boundaries of what we perceive as “reality.” Because in the words of a wise tunesmith, “The real world is really unreal.”

Game on. I’ll drop another note along with way letting you know where I’m at in this midwifing of my new book. Thanks for being there.

Redefining Death

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For over a year I spent studying one on one with Dr. Raymond Moody, by phone or at his home. I learned so very much from this brilliant, gentle and funny man. From ancient Greek philosophy to the logic of nonsense to the use of a psychomanteum as a vehicle to address grief, he shared generously of his vast store of knowledge and expertise as a medical doctor, doctor of philosophy, and forensic psychiatrist.

And yet…after 50 years of research into near death and shared death experiences, reincarnation…virtually all things surrounding death…he never concluded that consciousness survives death. I cannot now give you the very lengthy definition he used for death…but… it came to the idea of complete annihilation. Period. Zilch. The end. Forever. All work in the field of life after death attempted to explain the paradox of…life…after…death. The phrase is nonsensical.

I suggested something to him that I am not sure he appreciated. I suggested that the very definition was wrong…was predicated on a falsity. I suggested that the definition of death needed to be redefined. I mean…who got to stipulate what death was? And when? Certainly, the ancient Egyptians and other cultures had a vastly different view of death. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” In any case, after all these years and all this study, it just might be time to redefine death.

With that I invite you today to register for Dr. Moody’s free webinar, “I’m Convinced.” It kicks off the opening of his new online school, The University of Heaven. With his colleague, Lisa Smartt, they will be offering courses of study in many facets of the death. There will be many of the top people in the field of consciousness as guest teachers. And finally, after more than 50 years in the field, Dr. Moody will address his conclusion on whether consciousness does indeed survive what we call death.

For those of you, like me, who have been avid readers and admirers of his work since the beginning, this is a momentous occasion. Dr. Moody is an incomparable teacher, mentor…and friend. I hope you will join “us” this coming Tuesday, October 30th at 7pm ET.